chronicles of idiosyncrasy

note to world #195

The girls love it when I trim their hair. I’m not even sure how it came to be that I cut their hair –

But in the same way I never thought I would be sewing up teddy bears with fancy curved needles and special thread, crafting with 7 varieties of glitter and two glue guns or stitching together Barbie outfits from scraps of cloth: I find myself trimming their hair every few months because they look at me and ask. And I can really almost never refuse these tiny requests for small adventure.

This whole mother thing is different than what I had imagined. Go figure.